head turner

rittz

a-yuh-a-yeah

trade mark

look

i'ma head turner

people wanna sweat me i just let 'em stare

disrespect me and i'll check 'em like a questionnaire

yeah

gwinnett's in here

so bring the sireens

'cause we in the club rollin' up some sticky lime green

high beam spot

light is mine for the time bein'

on a murder

rappers turn a track into a crime scene

i taken from investigators they gon' find weed

ridin' dirty

no i'm not referring to my hygiene

no sir

brushin' my shoulder there's no dirt

no

i'm so fly that i should be stylin' in a fur coat

oh

my pinky is twinkling

i let it radiate

two step n' snappin' in the pattern leather bathin' apes

some 808's

boomin' like a cannon bro

i ain't knockin' where you from but this is how we do it in atlanta dawg

purple lurpin'

xanny bars

rollin' on them hard drugs

plurgin' in a fancy car

survin' on the hood should

in the club buzzed like a yellow jacket

we could get those cigarillos crackin'

i tried to tell 'em

i-i-i'm a head turner

a b-bread burner

bitch i'm a head turner

i know you like what you see

girl

i'm a head turner

a b-bread burner

i bet you wish i bet you wish that you was ridin' with me

bitch i'm a head turner

a b-bread burner

bitch i'm a head turner

i know you like what you see

a yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah

770 is where i'm reppin' you better let 'em know

where they be lettin' them hoes go for the extra load

i'ma let what i gross grow till i get it sold

'til my necklace is rose gold with those precious stones

let it show

i used to flex on my pre velo bro

tretchin' though

i ain't talkin' pretzels and crescent rolls

but now that several o's be runnin' them decimals

so every hoe that knows it approaches me sexual

but no i don't get attached

where them gold diggers at

probably at the club sittin' on a go-getter's lap

i'm bar doing jagerbombs and redheaded sluts

or in the chevy with the rail of the gut gettin' some cut

and i'ma beat it and butcher it

teasin' her with the green that she couldn't get

because baby jesus sweeter than sugar it's

the only way i can put it is that we gettin' it

count it up

chevy impala's my clique as slick as we mount it up

ain't nobody in the county fuckin' around with us

nobody put it down like the homey jonny valiant does

it truly is beautiful as acute in this hustle

try to turn around too fast and end up pullin' a muscle 'cause

i-i-i'm a head turner

a b-bread burner

bitch i'm a head turner

i know you like what you see

girl

i'm a head turner

a b-bread burner

i bet you wish i bet you wish that you was ridin' with me

bitch i'm a head turner

a b-bread burner

bitch i'm a head turner

i know you like what you see

a yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah

now i can't even go anywhere without people staring me up and down

like i'm walkin' on red carpet

i guess they love my style

i'm stickin' out like a sore thumb when i'm on the crown

walkin' up in this

discover me droppin' a couple thou'

i be in socal buyin' the whole aisle

walkin' by and these hoes smile like oh wow"